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E. W. NASH, DAMARISCOTTA.

the day the tires punctured and the steering l{nucl{]es bent, 'Twas the day the sparker busted and the ('arburetter went, 'Twas the day she leaped up sJ\:ywal'd and ('8me downward with erash;Oh! that dire clay in "8eotta"-the da;r we first met Nash. "\Vhen the calamity o'ertook us, we Wel'e closo by Nash's s tore; "\V(' wcre fairly "up against it"-altogoth('l', and somc mOl'C; An(1 I'm yet of the opinion , as an outcome of the smash, That we'd be still in Dam-ar-is-cotta, jf It hadn't been for Nash. At his place we filled our longings, from a wondrous store of goods; By his telegraph we ordered all our sparl..ers, plugs and tubes, By his expresses we received them, somewhat quiclmr than a flash; \Vhile we motor-boated gaily in the motor-boat of Nash. If, thru Damariscotta, you arc going 01' in Damariscotta. you shoulcl sta)', Take the advice of one who's been there and Fl> jend Na.sh a visit par ; H(' llas clone his share of business, with a vj~or and a clash, 1\ nel the

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owes umny C0111fo1't8 to the hustling ways of Nash.

To enlarge his scope of business, he tool.. up the telephone, Helped to organize and build it, with a vigor all his own; Always backed all bus iness-projects that would bring in honest lIenee, I say the town owes crcdit to a hustling 1I1an, like Nash.

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